Jon takes the peanut butter on to a knife to spread it over the pancakes as he listens to her. He doesn't know if he'll ever get used to learning about the worlds many other people live in with their restaurants and delicious food and phones. It all seems so difficult to imagine.

"You could have a place to go out to eat pancakes only? And many of them?"

He knows of inns and taverns, but those are generally beer and whatever food the cook happens to have on hand at that time, which varies based on the season and the crops having been made. The peanut butter is now on the pancake which is still warm so there's melting involved as he cuts off a piece.

Moment of truth.